“Later, Trash of the world. From here on, you shall forever be known as His Foolishness, the Daft, Framer of Heroes. Isn’t that nice? You’re famous!”

“—!!!!”

As we made our way out of the throne room, Trash was pointing at me and struggling violently in an attempt to destroy the cage of ice. I had no doubt he wanted to attack me, but the surrounding soldiers wouldn’t allow it. The queen sure knew how to handle things.

But all of that aside, was that piece of trash seriously a seven star hero?

Chapter Two: Whereabouts of the Slaves

I lay down on the bed in the guest room and rested. Yeah, I really was exhausted. Lying down made it all the clearer. The effects of the curse were heavy, and I could feel them taking their toll on me. In the end, I had spent the whole day discussing future plans with the queen and her advisers.

“That reminds me . . .”

I hesitantly checked my equipment status. Sure enough, my armor’s name was unrecognizable. The Barbaroi Armor had ceased to function.

“Raphtalia? Rishia? Filo? Check your equipment.”

“Ah, yes, I did. The name listed is garbled, and the effects are null.”

Raphtalia had already changed into her previous armor from this world. Damn! She had changed so quickly!

“Why do you look disappointed?”

“Do I?”

Because it looked so good on you! Because it looked so much better than your old armor!

Raphtalia looked at me suspiciously as childish responses flooded into my head.

“Oh! My breastplate name is unrecognizable now, too.”

“Do you prefer a kigurumi?”

I seemed to remember having another Pekkul Kigurumi left over somewhere. Where did I put that? Had I left it in the castle storeroom?

“Fehhh . . .”

“Now, now, Mr. Naofumi. I’m sure Rishia has outgrown her kigurumi phase.”

“Heeey, Master! Where is Mel-chan? She wasn’t in her room.”

Filo unfolded her pajamas as she asked about Melty, so I inspected them, too. Oh? Apparently the Filo Pajamas were compatible between worlds.

“Melty? I’m pretty sure the queen said she had gone to help Eclair.”

“Oh, really? Will we see her tomorrow, then?”

“Maybe.”

We were planning to head that way, after all.

“That aside, Mr. Naofumi . . .”

Raphtalia suddenly drew near to where I was lying on the bed.

“A territory! And you’re a Count! You’re a real hotshot now!”

“I was already a hero, you know. Doesn’t feel like much of a change.”

“What is it that you’re after, Mr. Naofumi?”

Raphtalia looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes as she asked. That reminded me, she had almost said something when I told the queen which territory I wanted.

“Are you talking about the territory business? It’s just like I said. Considering that the battles are going to start getting rough, I think it would be best to build a private army like Kizuna, Glass, and L’Arc have done.”

“But why did you choose the area that was damaged by the first wave for your territory?”